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Several years ago, I heard an unusual story from one of my clients. He used to travel to Tokyo from Hokkaido almost every month. And apparently, he regularly stayed at the same hotel in Kamata, almost like it was his regular base in Tokyo. I do not remember every detail clearly now, but apparently, the moment he opened the door to my Meguro salon that day, I suddenly said to him: “…You’re a hostess, aren’t you?” Naturally, he was shocked. Of course, he did not work at a hoste

M was someone who had attended one of my workshops in Los Angeles. She had also brought her son, who struggled with a chronic health condition, to see me a couple of times. I believe it all started at one of the free workshops. At the time, she had apparently been suffering from neck pain, but after a short session, the discomfort improved significantly. Since then, she began to trust my work. Some time later, after I had returned to Japan, I received a request from her for a

Several years ago, a man in his fifties came to my salon from Nagoya. To be honest, I barely remember what symptoms he had or what led him to book the session in the first place. But the moment I placed my hand lightly on his head, I naturally found myself saying: “…You must live in a wonderful home.” I did not say it with any particular intention. It was not some dramatic “vision” or mystical experience. The words simply came out naturally. At that moment, tears quietly well

It must have been four or five years by then. The mother had been attending my workshops, and over the years she had visited the salon many times — for her own health concerns, as well as for her parents and parents-in-law. Little by little, over a long period of time, a relationship of trust had formed with the family. One day, she contacted me about her son. He had just entered junior high school and had begun complaining of ankle pain. The pain had become so severe that he